Chapter 963
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"He hasn't come out?" Shen Wanqing's heart skipped a beat.
The housekeeper thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "He hasn't come out."
Shen Wanqing sighed, pursed her lips and said, "Okay, I understand."
She went all the way to Yan Fan's courtyard. She and Yan Fan were not married, and a man's reputation was very important, so before they got married, Shen Wanqing would not live with Yan Fan.
Just as she arrived at the courtyard, Shen Wanqing smelled a very strong wine fragrance.
She suddenly stopped in her tracks. Wine fragrance?
It was already seven o 'clock in the morning, and the sky was dark, dotted with a few shining stars. Yan Fan's room was not lit, and the entire courtyard was dark.
Shen Wanqing followed the wine fragrance to the corridor of the courtyard. With the help of the sparse and bright moonlight, she saw a young man leaning lazily against a pillar, and there were several wine jars beside him.
The young man's slender body leaned lazily against the pillar, and his snow-white monk's robe was loosely draped over his body. The collar was open, revealing his slender and white neck. His exquisite collarbone was connected to his shoulders, and the lines were smooth and attractive, hidden under the monk's robe.
Suddenly, it started to drizzle, and the raindrops fell on the ground. The soil mixed with the fragrance of the fragrant grass seemed to cover the extravagant and chaotic wine fragrance.
His slender figure was swayed by the light rain, and his exquisite and beautiful face gradually became a little unclear.
The side of his face was angular, and no matter where it was, the bridge of his nose and jawline could be said to be perfect.
That pair of narrow and bewitching peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed, and his long neck was slender. He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and his expression was bewitching and lonely.
Shen Wanqing's feet moved slightly, and she came in front of Yan Fan. The young man sitting in front of her slowly raised his head to look at her, as if he had sensed her.
His eyes were long and narrow, and his dark blue pupils were filled with the dense smell of wine, like a pool of spring water in spring.
Yan Fan looked at her quietly. Then, he smiled and said softly, "You're back."
His cold and deep voice seemed to be soaked in wine, extremely moving.
Shen Wanqing pursed her lips and nodded gently. She put aside the persimmon in her hand and sat beside Yan Fan.
After being with Yan Fan for so long, this was the first time that Shen Wanqing saw Yan Fan drink.
Pursing her lips, she reached out to take the bottle of wine from Yan Fan's hand and asked, "Why are you suddenly drinking?"
"Because I'm not happy." The young man seemed to be drunk, so he answered straightforwardly.
Shen Wanqing raised her eyebrows. "Why are you unhappy?"
The young man in front of him sneered when he heard that. He supported himself on a pillar and stood up lazily. His snow-white monk robes were loose, and the collar on his left shoulder fell down with his movements, covering half of his snow-white skin.
Yan Fan easily came in front of Shen Wanqing with just one step. The beautiful and enchanting monk raised his enchanting peach blossom eyes, and the corners of his eyes were full of flirtatious feelings.
He reached out to hook Shen Wanqing's chin with his fingertips. The fragrance of the peach blossom wine assailed her nostrils. He said lazily, "Of course I regret it."
Regret?
Regret what?
Shen Wanqing's nerves immediately tensed up. Could it be that he regretted being with her?
While Shen Wanqing was distracted, the wine bottle in her hand was easily snatched away by Yan Fan.
Yan Fan raised his head to drink. The traces of wine flowed down his jawline, to his Adam's apple, and finally disappeared into his lapel. Shen Wanqing swallowed her saliva as she watched.
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